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Hi. I’m Meghan. I’m 25 years old, and am turning 26 next month. 26 is a significant age to me: it is the year that I am to become a badass.

It all started with a video game. I was a child of the 90s, and like many of those who grew up in that era, I had a Sega Genesis. I enjoyed Sonic the Hedgehog, Flicky, Ms. Pac-man… but one game that I enjoyed the most was Mortal Kombat. I’d play that game for hours on end, (with the blood code ABACABB activated, of course). And since I’m a girl, and girls like to be girl characters, I gravitated to one character and one character only: Sonya Blade.

Sonya Blade was a badass. She was the only female character available, but that was okay because she was all I ever wanted to be. Beautiful, muscular, tough as nails, stubborn, and kills enemies by blowing them a fucking kiss. Yes. I wanted to become Sonya Blade in the worst way.

Mortal Kombat game with a little pamphlet in the case for the game cartridge. Inside this pamphlet, you could find general stats/info about each character in the game. Sonya, as it was written, was 26 years old. It was at that point I got it in my head that 26 was going to be an excellent year. I’d be a full-blown adult, at the pinnacle of my health, and an independent woman who took shit from no one.

Well, flash-forward to the present. I am the fattest I’ve ever been. I’m completely out of shape, couldn’t run a mile to save my life, and maintain a diet of foods that are processed, or high in sugar/fat/sodium/god-knows-what-else.

My physical body needs an overhaul, but so does my mind. I’m anxious, stressed out, and directionless. I had aspirations and good intentions as a kid/teen/young adult to work hard, succeed, and become some big bad awesome-bitch to be dealt with. Instead I’m self-conscious, shy, and freaked out all the time. Like a lot of twenty-somethings, I’m in the midst of a quarter-life crisis. I went to college for a degree that I have nothing to do with, professionally, at this time. I don’t really know what I should do with my life. And while I’m at an age that I have freedom to experiment and take risks, I’m paralyzed with fear and doubt.

Well kids, I’m turning 26. If I don’t become a badass now, I don’t think I ever will. And I really need this.. for myself. I’m tired of feeling like a percentage of what I could actually become. It’s time to grab life by the balls and actually do some shit. And the first step needs to be towards health and well-being. After all, when you’re planning on taking a huge road trip, you need to make sure your car is maintained and in good shape to get you anywhere (especially if it’s anywhere awesome and maybe a little hard to reach).

So welcome to my official weight-loss/self-improvement blog. The focus will, of course, be weight loss. That’s what I need the most at this point. Perhaps it will encompass other things (hobbies, taking risks, trying new things, etc)… in fact I hope it does. Because you need a lot more than just physical health to be a badass.